“Holy fuck. Names, dates, notes, locations, event count, lifetime tally. Gawd. Even when they last submitted doctor clearances. I knew she was anal — don’t go there, Stevie — but this takes the cake.” She chuckles. “I see you in there several times. A bunch of times, really.”
I’m Roger, Roger Osborn, married to Shelly for twenty two years and a few months, we have a boy and a girl who are twenty two and twenty respectively, Ryan, and Ruth.
My name is Rory and my wife Jen and I are both in our early 30’s. Before we had our first child we indulged semi regularly in the local swinger scene. One of my biggest turn ons is seeing Jen getting fucked and loving it, so going to swinger events was a huge highlight for me.
We are Jim and Victoria, just your average couple next door in NW England with a house in suburbia, kids at uni, both late forties, Jim is 5’9″, slim build, short hair starting to grey, average looks but cheeky blue eyes. Vicky is 5’3″, slim, naturally spirally curly blonde, 34B, lovely legs and bum from lots of yoga. We have careers we enjoy, a good standard of living and a circle of friends who would be absolutely amazed to learn that we occasionally enjoy swingers clubs and swingers parties.
We’ve met almost 5 years before, they were relatively new to the idea of swinging, and very new to the hotwife concept. I’m met him for a drink in the pub, and he seemed delightful, followed by a lovely stroll with his gorgeous wife along the beach, where we stole a little kiss.
What a night. Here I am, just about to shoot my load into the pussy of this beautiful woman on the floor in front of me. As I hold her ankles for balance, I continue my unrelenting thrusts. I hold her legs open while my eyes are fixated on her breasts that aimlessly jiggle on her chest while she receives me.
